Viggo Stuckenberg

Ingeborg

IVUnfolding in all of the furrowsthat lined and burst open my mind,all kinds of beautiful fl owersat summer’s most gentle wind.For two who love one anothercan torture each other far worsethan all enemies put togethercan wreak vengeance over the earthAnd two who love one anothercan heal wounds beyond all repairjust if they look at each otherand smooth down each other’s hair.